i know you like i know my reflection

Hannibal was nervous, but Deathbelle found it endearing. She didn’t have a clue how strong his insecurities were, but knowing how far she could throw him off his game made her grin. Despite her wet fur and sore ankle the Empress felt warm beside him. She leaned against him and wasn’t slow to pick up on the change of his breathing and her effect on him was more apparent. She flipped a switch and the Daimyo plunged into her thick scuff and teased at her skin before her name was growled selfishly. ”Hannibal,” She returned almost teasingly as he snaked his arm around her thin frame and pulled her closer.

He was careful of her injured limb, but she rolled back towards him easily. She exposed her neck to him as he offered his difficulties in keeping himself restrained. Belle leaned up to nuzzle at the soft fur of his dark ear. His resolve was much stronger than her own. Her heart beat heavily in her chest and her skin was tingling and lit ablaze where his teeth grazed her flesh. Stifled gasps fluttered from her dark lips and she gazed up at him with a lidded gaze. ”Then, don’t.” She argued, lifting her shapely arms to wrap around his neck. However careful she needed to be with her sprained wrist. ”Give in.” She teased and nipped eagerly at his dark ear.